Crystal Lake Town...

A place with a bloody history! An area that any sane person knows to avoid.

A small town in New Jersey, that is popular for the worst reasons, possible.

The worse reason any area could have any type of fame. The world knows this town as the land that gave birth to one of the most notorious Killer's who ever lived. The Monster that has on his hands the blood of more than 300 hundred people!

He has Many Names...

"The Crystal Lake Killer"

" The Butcher of the Lake"

"Mashete Killer!"

"Creature of the Lake"

"Even Satan!"

These are just some of the names he was given by the world threw the years. However, one name is the name most permanent.

A Cursed Name!

The name that when, the local's of the Crystal Lake Area hear they immediately cross themselves asking god for forgiveness and pity. His given name! His own name! A name that feels more like a curse in this land, rather than anything else... Jason Voorhees!

The Name of the Devil!

Tourist's and group of teens actually visit this place now, to see if the Urban Legend of the Drowned Prince of the lake is true! Unfortunately for them it is... and no man or woman that ever stepped in the man's territory ever returned to tell the tale. To share what he saw with the others.

Local's did everything in their power to stop the bloodbath! In vain of course. What if they tried to scared the foolish explorer's away, telling them in their own face's of the stories and that they will die. What if the Mayor wrote to the president himself and of course received a mocking answer. Every trial and tribulation was a fool's errand!

Nobody was taking them seriously!

No-one was listening and worst of all...

The damage had already been done. Jason's story had taken such an extent that the grounds he "supposedly" stepped in where special. In some wierd, macabre way. Special and unique! The town and the whole place had taken a wierd dark kind of popularity making more and more people the possible victim's of a man that was no more human.

A Monster almost. A creature, who hates humanity, people and life as a bull hates the colour red! A "Thing" who had vowed to destroy every human being that would ever dare to cross him! A Grim Reaper who was full of anger and hatred. Who was desperate to cause PAIN and harm to anyone who lived and worse loved for he had been denied ALL of that.

A Demon in the eyes of people who wanted to make the world suffer in the same way he had been suffering and struggling for years!

The younger generations knew better than to try and meet the beast. They believed in him of course and had many nightmares of the Hockey mask murderer as children, for they were scared by their parents to be quite and eat all of their food or the Lake creature will come and take them away. The man's name had that reputation in the town! It wasn't strange of course. But even those threats were made by desperate parent's in total secrecy and always inside their home for that name was forbidden to be heard out in the open.

This was the town's unwritten rule and everyone followed it like a ritual!

Never speak of the name Voorhees!

The cursed name that destroyed their peace and happiness.

Younglings knew of the man's existence and never tried their luck, like their peers from foreign places. They trusted their parents words, their grandparents teachings and the number of missing people that were mysteriously vanishing in the bloody camp!

However, taking Jason as a fact and a real person they never knew the most important thing.

Why was the man's heart completely gone?

Only the elders that were left... from a time that seemed like a lifetime away.

A world who had completely vanished!

Only these people had a real understanding of the true events and got the whole story. From begging to end!

Knowing of the curse that had fallen upon the Voorhees household and name, of a young, poor woman and mother that struggled to give a good life to her children. Of a brave red head girl and of course of a deformed and mentally unstable boy.

Of the hate and injustices caused by the two most prominent and rich families of the town.

The elders knew the Truth but preferred not to touch old scratches.

What good would it be, anyway?... Just to bring more pain and hatred. They knew and strongly believed that the past should remain there, in the past!

And from their point of view they took the right decision.

But especially they, could remember a different time.

For once upon a time...

Crystal Lake Town was a tiny piece of land unknown and lost by the world!

A hidden paradise giving the inhabitants generously food and water and most importantly harmony and peace. A place not many people knew and that was fine by the few local's who preferred to maintain their peace and quiet. The same routine they knew and having nothing destroying their calm existence.

Most locals avoided the stories like the plague. Kept the truth hidden with only faint part's of a bigger story about a boy who drowned in the most beautiful view mother nature had to offer. A lake with crystal clear waters!

A deformed, disabled boy, some camp counselors that weren't doing their job, preferring to make love in the forest. Some cruel, cold-blooded kids, a girl who vanished mysteriously and a crazy mother that returned in the place her son was murdered to take revenge are all the ingredients you need for a good story that teenage campers can narrate in front of a hot fire every summer!

The people tend to avoid the story.

Especially those who lived it!

Cowards!

Those are the word's my Granny uses for them. She is different, never afraid of stories and words.

That's how i always remembered her. Defiant and Fearless!

Fearless!

I grew up different than most of my friends here! Losing both of my parents, living and growing up with my grandma gave me the chance to learn the history of this place by another point of view.

Grabdmama told me the stories as she had experienced them herself and helped me gained my own perspective on things. After hearing what she had to say, i was speechless. I saw movies a lot and as i grew appreciated the good plot and tragedy but i realized that we don't need movies.

If only we look closer to our surroundings we will find so many interesting stories and painful tragedies that life has to offer and no writer could ever come up with!

Life ALWAYS tells the most disturbing but unique Tales!